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23, you're it for me

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olympiahartley: another trip around the sun for little old me, 28 if we're counting ( which we're not). thank you to all my favourite people for making it one for the record books!! x

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username: mother is back!!!

username: happy birthday olympia!!!

username: who's that guy in the last photo?
    — username: drew???

username: IS THAT CALLUM!!!!
     — username4: soft launch!!!

florencepugh: 💘💘
— olympiahartley: 😘😘😘

username: lol what do you mean that Olympia and Drew have broken up!!!
— username: he was in Carolina over her birthday weekend.... and they've wrapped shooting?

username: happy belated birthday Olympia!!!

rhyshartley: another year you get to have the best brother ever? aren't you lucky!!
— olympiahartley: ahaha you're so funny.

username: oh to be invited to their annual Cornwall holiday!!!

daisyedgarjones: until next year!!
— olympiahartley: ❤️❤️❤️

username: wait is Callum's hair BLONDE FOR THAT FILM HES SHOOTING!!!
— username: they've been friends for years, isn't it entirely plausible that they're just friends?

username: I fear the olympia Callum stans are going to be back after this one.

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THE DAY IS PERFECT. twenty eight has never felt better — from waking up to Callum creeping in balancing a coffee and a small bowl of ice cubes. To spending the day on the beach with my favourite people ever — we eat food and drink and laugh and catch up.

I soak up as much Chiara time as I can before she flies back to Italy and I don't know when she will come back again. And each time I look over at Callum, he softly smiles at us and I smile back at him because she's only here because of him.

" so how's that going?" Chiara asks, sitting on the bed, as I look at her from the inverted look from the vanity mirror. Everyone retreating back to their rooms to get ready for dinner. Although I'm not allowed down until I'm called and Chiara has offered to keep me company until then.

Makeup sprawled out as I furrow my brows.

" how's what going?" I him, and she rolls her eyes like I'm behind foolish " you and Callum."

and I feel my tough facial expression instantly melt at his name, and then I picture his face and that smile in my mind and all confusion melts away.

I nod, trying to squash the smile that works on my lips " yeah yeah, it's good."

' good' being the understatement of the century. Good being that I love him and need to tell him right now and see that stupid smile on his face when he does and kiss that face when he asks me to say it again and again. And I will say it again: shout it for the world  or whisper it for only him until the day I die.

" good? oh give me a bone here!" she says, and I laugh at her abruptness " I watched you two ' will they won't they' for three months, and by the time you finally got your shit together you went back to England!"

I turn to look at her, " I love him." I say lowly and watch her her mouth drops " I mean everyone can tell by the way you look at him, but to hear it from the horses mouth-"

my brows furrow " did you just call me a horse?" I ask.

" have you told him?" she says skimming over my previous comment, as I shake my head " haven't found the right time."

" I think you could say you loved him before throwing him off the cliff and he wouldn't care." she tells me with a seriousness in her voice that makes me laugh.

" you really think so?" I hum, as she lets out this exasperated sound from her mouth.

"It annoys me how the only people who can't see how in love you two are is you two!" she exclaims, I still laugh as I brush the mascara wand over my eyelashes.

And there's a knock at the door, Chiara stands up off the bed and opens it. I don't even have to see him to known it's him.

" seems they're ready for you birthday girl." Chiara hums, sliding out the door as I stand up. Patting down the floral dress that I wear and lift my hand to make sure my earrings are still in place.

And I walk to the door, and there he is. In all his beauty — leaning in the doorway in a linen shirt with the first few buttons undone, a pair of shorts and loafers. He looks like perfection and luckily he's the man I love.

" fuck me." he hums, eyes gliding up and down my body as I feel the flush in my cheeks only accentuates my blush.

My arms loop around him and I tilt my head up to look at him, " maybe if you're lucky."

WE END UP ON THE BEACH, like we always do. A speaker blaring music and people dancing, swimming, chatting.

And like always, I'm sat on Callum's lap. My makeup most likely transferring to his shirt as I rest my cheek against his shoulder. His fingers having pushed up the skirt of my dress slightly as the pad of his fingers draws shapes against the skin that feels alive against his touch.

My belly filled with food that Florence made and the wine that Taron kept pouring in my glass. My smile is unwavering and my heart almost exploding with love for the people on the space around me.

" do you want your present?" he asks, as I look at him with a soft smile and nod my head.

It's only moments until he reveals a small box, a ring box. Handing it to me as I notice the small ' Cartier' typeface engraved small into the front of it.

I open it, revealing a small banded ring. It's gold because he knows that's the only type of jewellery I wear.

" it's beautiful." I say, because honestly I'm lost for words. My eyes feel teary both because I'm overwhelmed with love and because i get all soppy when I'm drunk.

His fingers take the ring out and his other hand moves from my leg and takes my left hand. My eyes lift up to him as I feel him slip the cold metal onto my ring finger.

" just until I get the chance to put an engagement ring on your finger instead." he says like it means nothing, when in actuality it means everything.

I like knowing that he's my future. That one day he'll ask me to marry him and of course I will say yes. I like knowing that this isn't the end of our story, just the start of it.

I watch as he lifts my hand kisses the ring " you're it for me olls, always have been." He says and I feel my lip begin to quiver " since that day a you walked on that set, you've been it for me."

I nod my head and sniffle but can't help the dribble of a few tears " you're it for me too, always will be."

And then I kiss him, my hands on his cheeks as I grasp that he's my everything. That I longer belong to myself anymore — because the main organ that keeps me alive is in Callum's hands.

And he holds it and then places it in a safe box, although we both know he won't hurt it — it's just extra assurance for the both of us.

We all eventually head back up the house, stood in the kitchen as everyone begins to filter to their rooms. I eye up Chiara who's stood close to Rhys who is talking to her as they walk up to the same staircase although their rooms are on opposite sides of the house. I try and act like I don't notice but the big smile I give her when she looks at me definitely gives me away.

" come on Olls." he takes my hand, using the other one to grab a bottle of wine that Florence had forgotten to put back. I look between him and the group of our friends who are walking up the stairs and dispursing back to their rooms, and when I look back he gestures back to the door that leads back to the beach with that smile that no sane person would dare say no to. And I don't think I'll ever be sane when it concerns him.

So I nod, commiting to the holding of his hand as we creep out of the door. Taking his hand and losing our sense of secrecy when laughter exits our mouths as we run back down to the beach.

Our amusement's soon muffled by the sound of the waves crashes into one another. It's dark accept a few string lights that illuminate the world around us so we can see eachother's faces.

I look to the water and smile at him as he gives me a puzzled look to what I'm thinking about

" should we go in?" I ask him, gesturing to the ocean that we stand in front of. His eyebrows furrow as I give him a crooked smile.

" what? now?" he asks and I nod, leaning it so my lips brush his ear.

" ever skinny dipped Turner?" I notice the look on his face as i suggest it " come on, everyone else has done it except us!"

I stand walk closer to water, feeling the give of the sand the closer I get.

" Don't look." I say, as he looks at me still sat on the sand.

He shakes his head with a stupid smile coating his lips and places his hands over his eyes " No promises Hartley."

I let out a laugh as pull up my dress, that in itself leaving me only in my underwear. Placing my undressed clothes in a messy pile where I stand.

And then I run in, the water is closed and makes my chest feel tight as I begin to swim further in. Dunking my head as I gasp for a breath as I resurface.

I notice him, the outline of his naked body as he swims towards me. It's not long until I'm wrapped around him. Arms draped over his shoulders as I kiss him again and again.

My legs wrap around his torso as our faces sit dangerously close, as I watch as his jaw tenses and his gaze drops from my eyes to my lips.

" happy birthday olly." he says, our bare bodies close as I smile at him as I keep my head above water.

" it's technically not even my birthday any more." I hum and his head shakes.

" can I tell you a secret cal?" I whispers, although no one except me and him are close to even hear.

He nods his head, " of course."

It takes a second,I draws in a breath through my parted lips " I love you."

My heart swells, it's a sensation i physically feel in my chest. I break out into laughter as a smile spreads across my lips.

I laugh as I say " what I'm being serious?"

His fingers running up and down my body, " can you say it again?"

I kiss his lips and mutter against them " I love you Callum." And I feel him kiss me back. It's heavy against my lips. My body tries to get closer although if it were to, we'd be fused together.

" oh fuck i love you Olympia Hartley." He says and it's music to my ears.

We don't last in the water that long. Our bodies still against each other as we messily place some of our clothes back on. Mine being his shirt and underwear as I hold a crumpled dress in my hand as we walk back to the house.

And as we go back to our room, there's a soft glare of light from the crack under the door and lights in the hallway. My legs positioned on each side of Callum's legs as I keep my eyes on him as he unbuttons the linen shirt of his I'm still wearing.

I feel the material peel off of my wet skin, as his eyes draw back up to me. Our breathing heavy as he wets his lips with the tip of his tongue before speaking,

" are you sure?" he asks, as if this isn't the singular most scary moment of my entire life and yet the one I've never doubted for a second.

my head nods, and my confirmation makes him draw in a harsher breath, " never been more sure of anything in my life." I tell him.

It felt right. All of it. It felt Like I've had a life time of jamming opposing puzzle pieces together trying to make it fit. And  the utmost relief when you found the missing piece. My missing piece.

I do believe that when our anatomy was made, that Callum was designed to perfectly fit with me. Our hands, our lips, our bodies.

Sex has always been overlooked for me, it's always been momentary pleasure with people you don't really know. But this is a different experience in its entirety. And it's the only experience I want to feel for the rest of my life.

" morning." he hums, his arm curled around me as I feel my eyelids flutter in and out of sleep as they land on him. And my lips immediately curve into a smile.

" morning," I smile, Callum moving closer as his lips kiss mine, I move closer to him as my cheek rests against his chest " Do you think they'll notice if we never leave?" I ask him as he laughs lowly.

" Florence has already called us down for breakfast, she stopped when I replied to her instead of you." he says and I smile, my laughter soft as I bury my head in the crook of his neck.

Kissing his skin softly as I can't believe this is real. I can't believe he's real. And I can't believe he's mine.

It's our last morning here, and as reluctant I am to leave the bed — I change into one of Callum's jumpers and a pair of jeans.

" morning," I say, walking down into the dining room where the table is covered in various breakfast dishes and everyone sits on the benches outside.

Everyone says hi except Florence who stares me down from the opposite side of the table, I grin at the fact she's literally ripping at the seams to talk to me about it. Yet keeps her composure as me and Callum take the two empty seats beside one another.

Not really paying attention to the conversations happening around as our hands hold and we eat food. Our eyes never really leaving each other — he whispers in my ear, and I say things back that only make sense to him. We have our own little conversations in the midst of everyone else's.

And I'm leaving this trip with something I never have before. Callum.

ELLIE SPEAKS🪄
screaming!!!

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